"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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I was threatened at knife point with a 12" razor sharp chef's knife at 3am by my beloved because my stuff was encraoching her personal space.
Things that scared me:
1) She was actually foaming at the mouth, her eyes were a scary red, and she was laughing in a very disturbed fashion, but she NEVER takes drugs.
2) We were jointly renting the flat together, having moved in as a couple, and my space was a small computer desk approximately 3' x 18" plus room for a chair in front. The rest of the flat (presumably HER space) was about 100 square meters.
3) I bought her the frigging knife as a birthday present!
Number 3 pissed me off most of all.
Anyway, we are still together now, but have separate houses. This seemed preferable to being gutted with my own present.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:02, 1 reply)
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